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obsessivevoidkitten · 1 day

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Owned By The Demon Admiral (AFAB Reader Version)

Male Demon Yandere x AFAB Demon Reader CW: Noncon/dubcon, terms like pussy used for reader's genitals, yandere DILF, general yandere behavior, groping, biting, captive reader, reader is setup, an overly cute semi-aquatic demon cat named Mr. Sir Buttons Word Count: 2k (I am saying this fic is AFAB versus female because no gendered pronouns are ever used at all for the reader in anyway, rather their genitals are biologically female. Terms like pussy/cunt are used so if that is triggering for you please avoid this fic. This was a birthday gift for a friend normally I don't do AFAB reader so this may be a bit sloppy. I hope you enjoy it.)

The battleship you were on drifted through the calm blood red waters of one of Hell’s oceans. The light of the two suns scintillated beautifully off the serene waves. No evidence at all that your ship had just sunk an enemy vessel, condemning the unlucky demons manning it to death.

In the ensuing ebullience at having survived with no damage the leader of the ship, Admiral Oraan, put one hand behind on your ass and one behind your head and pulled you into a passionate kiss as his tail began to wrap around your leg.

You struggled to push off the larger demon but finally he released you. You steadied yourself and gasped for breath.

“I said no!”

Then you stormed off to your quarters.

This wasn’t the first time your commanding officer had done something like this. This was at least the fourth time you had rebuffed his advances. He just wouldn’t get it through his thick skull. You were focused strictly on your military career. The war against Pride, one of the Princes of Hell, was far too important for romance and sex to get in the way.

But you underestimated his desire for you. And his rage. You should have assumed that the highest ranking admiral in Wrath’s fleet would have some severe anger issues. But you naively thought that service to his prince would take priority over his feelings for you.

The first thing he had done was to sabotage your quarters during inspection. You didn’t know it was his doing and were angered and paranoid that someone would thrash your space in such a way, causing you to get written up.

In reality it was all Oraan. A rising action in the story of your downfall.

The next thing that was done to ruin your uniforms. He told you it was disrespectful to the prince you all served, to the branch you served, and to him to have your uniforms in such a state.

After that it was a more serious infraction. Reported for contraband that was then found in your locker.

The final, and most infuriating, nail in the coffin happened in the next skirmish. A small opponent, easy to sink and posing only a slight threat to the hellish dreadnought on which you served. But Oraan had forced multiple witnesses to claim you were a coward. That you had abandoned your station and hid in your quarters while the rest of the crew gallantly manned their posts.

This led to you having to be court-martialed. No time to dock and have more formal proceedings. You had to be court-martialed right on the ship. Despite the evidence against you, you thought that once you were given your chance to make your arguments and have your comrades vouch for your behavior and character then this would all disappear.

That isn’t quite how things played out for you. You started the court-martial optimistic but with each passing moment a sense of dread became stronger and stronger. Each witness, people you had respected and thought of as your friends, gave damning testimony. They painted you as a belligerent, lazy, neglectful oaf. Someone who cared nothing for duty, rules, or honor.

You had to hold back tears as your body shook with rage and sorrow. Why were they saying such things? Why were they lying about you and your actions and character?

It finally became obvious when the sentence was passed. Not death, as might befit someone who fled from combat. Not dishonorable discharge. No, you were being reassigned. As Oraan’s personal attendant. “A non-combat role where no one would be harmed by your cowardly behavior.”

It was all him. He had pressured or otherwise bribed everyone to turn against you. To lie about you. All to get you in his clutches and punish you for rejecting him. And there was nothing you could do about it. He was an older and stronger demon, you’d have no hope to beat him in a fight. And even if you somehow managed it, how would you escape on a ship? And if by some miracle you either made it to land or just waited until the ship was docked you would be chased for all eternity.

No, he had you in your clutches. Your only hope was that your contract with the navy was almost up. You were only to be enlisted for five years at a time before you had to renew. The only exception for that being prolonged was if a hot war was going on, but this one was nearing its end. Since all that happened was the court-martial was just technically a reassignment you were only bound by the terms of your enlistment.

All you had to do was endure for ten months.

It was humiliating. Oraan really wanted to keep you reminded of your new position. You had to be at his side constantly. Obeying all his orders and whims. You had to press his uniforms and get his meals. And in private the tasks got much worse.

Sucking his girthy cock was a common “request” of his. Almost daily. You also had to bathe with him most nights. This required you to wash his entire well-muscled form. If you were a willing participant you would have enjoyed it, he was very attractive, the tattoo of an anchor on his left shoulder and the three large scars on his ribs adding to his rugged allure.

But you weren’t a willing participant. And bathing him usually led to him giving you an “inspection.” That was where he touched, kissed, groped every inch of you before sliding his cock into your hot pussy, slowly fucking into you until he came hard. His tongue, of course, had to probe your mouth during these inspections, “just to be thorough.”

It was good that he had you eat meals with him in his private quarters, because you didn’t think you’d be able to look any of the other crew members in the eye ever again. The ones that hadn’t been involved in fucking over your entire life were the ones that believed the lies about you. On the entire ship you had not a single ally. The only one you could confide in was Mr. Sir Buttons, the semi-aquatic demonic cat that served as the mascot and unofficial morale officer on the ship.

You were on your way back from taking your food trays back to the galley when you felt something soft rub against your leg. Mr. Sir Buttons! You had a few minutes before you had to be back with Oraan so you stooped down and picked him up. He purred loudly.

“At least I never have to worry about you betraying me.”

He meowed as if in affirmation. You nuzzled his thick, red, waterproof fur before placing him back down to go about his very important demonic cat business.

When you got back to Oraan’s quarters he was naked on the bed. His large prick standing erect and ready for the attention you would surely have to give it, a bead of precum running down the length evidently in anticipation.

You sighed in resignation and began to strip your clothing. You had been doing this for over a month now. Only less than nine more to go. You could do it, just one moment at a time.

Too excited after leering at your naked form, he couldn’t wait for you to come to him anymore. Instead he got up and used his strong arms to pick you up and pin you to the bed. He stole your lips with his, kissing you in a greedy frenzy, his large cock swung below as he groped your chest.

“Mine! I can’t believe after all these years you’re finally all mine!”

He bit your neck, causing you to moan involuntarily. But maybe you should just give into the pleasure of the situation. It was going to happen either way and you’d be able to move on with your life once this was all over anyway. Besides, getting into it a bit might just help him finish faster so you’d have less time stuck in this position.

Oraan massaged the outside of your cunt before sliding a couple of fingers into you to get you wet and ready for his large prick.

When he lined his cock up with your drooling entrance, rough hands on your hips, you didn’t look away or flinch as you would normally. You wrapped your arms and legs around him instead, allowing him the perfect angle to slam deeply into your pussy. He grinned, ecstatic that you finally seemed to have not only learned your place but were actively embracing it. He slammed down with hard but slow thrusts. Each one making you gasp and each one punctuated with another kiss or nip up your neck.

Lewd squelching noises emanated from your sex as he increased the tempo of your lovemaking.

Had any of the crew passed the admiral’s quarters on their way through the halls all they would have heard was the rhythmic slap of Oraan’s nuts against your skin as he bred you along with the occasional grunt or swear from him or moan from you.

“Fuck! I love you so much!”

You only drooled a bit while looking up at him dumbly with lustful eyes, having been fucked nearly senseless. You scratched his shoulders with your sharp demonic nails as you pulled him closer to you in an attempt to somehow get him deeper. You were near your climax, desperate for it.

The pain from your nails spurred him on, causing him to fuck you at a new pace that straddle the line between pain and pleasure. You winced as he came hard, your tight clenching walls milking his cock and sending him over the edge soon after.

He gave a few final thrusts into you to empty his balls good and deep before pulling out and holding you tight, caging you in with his sweat-slicked body. You went limp from exhaustion, practically basking in the afterglow that always followed such intense, passionate sex. If you didn’t know any better you could have mistaken Oraan for a lust demon. Though you imagined saying such a thing to his face would have him prove instantly that he was, in fact, a being of wrath.

When the two of you had recovered he took you into the small shower with him. This time around, he cleaned you. Gently washing your body of cum and sweat before rinsing your hair. Far more tender behavior than you would have thought possible from the stern leader. Maybe there was more wisdom to just being more open to your predicament than you had initially thought.

It was a change in your behavior that hadn’t gone unnoticed by the man who had orchestrated the vast shift in your life circumstances.

“Finally decided to give in, huh?” Came his gruff voice from behind you.

You had no reason to be dishonest or hide your thoughts from him.

“Well, my contract is up in just a few months. I am not going to renew so this assignment is only temporary. I figured it’ll go by faster if I just accept it.”

He laughed and pulled you close to him, you could feel his stubble on your neck as he whispered words that made your fiery demon blood run cold.

“With my power, influence, and wealth I can assure you that your signature will keep renewing that contract for eternity, sweetheart. Whether you sign it yourself or not. Even if we aren’t deployed I will find a way to keep you with me.”

You went limp and would have fallen to the floor had he not had his arms wrapped tightly around you. The room felt like it was spinning. You barely took note of the water trailing down your skin or the chaste kiss he pressed to your cheek.

It was over for you, now that Oraan finally had you there was absolutely nothing that would make the older demon give you up.

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creepypso · 3 days

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I still have not found a brush I like to shade with in clip studio paint so I'm just using everything I can find pff

_ I do not give you my consent to repost my drawings, without asking me first.

And under the cut is a second version without the dotted lines because I couldn't decide which I like more:

#Hazbin Hotel #Vox #vox hazbin hotel #creepys art #Oh how I yearn for my sai brush..#But at the same time I really like how these drawings turn out! <3

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eiks1997 · 2 days

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I wanted to practice my fashion design skills, whilst also wanting to draw more Zelda fanart, so here we are! 🕺 It was actually really fun making a modern version of these characters. I tried not to think too hard about what I wanted, and just went for it! Which made this actually quite fun to draw. In all honesty, I would also wear all these outfits if I could. 🤩

Which one is you favourite outfit design? 🤔

But that’s all for this one! If you like my art and want to see more, stick around! 😊

Click the Links to see more Legend of Zelda Fanart! 👇

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All love goes to Shigeru Miyamoto, Takashi Tezuka, Aya Kyogoku, Nintendo, Tantalus Media. Creators of Legend of Zelda, Twilight Princess. ❤

Program used: Clip Studio Paint

Date: 2024

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madeforstarker · 3 days

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》 eyeshadows & highlights || a starker fic 《

— ♡ for @tonystoy

Summary: It was supposed to be a punishment but along the way, Tony got distracted as his boy painted his face with a ridiculously beautiful lingerie on.

A/N: this was supposed to be harder but it took a softer turn, hnggg, if you want to read the harder version, I'll post it as well! Let me know. This was roughly written, no beta whatsoever so please excuse the grammatical errors. Enjoy this story! ♡

Tags: Edging, Soft Dom Tony Stark, Sub Peter Parker, Dom/Sub Undertones, Cockwarming, Pretty Peter Parker

“Tony,” Peter gasps outs, “You said you wouldn’t move,” he quips out as he dusts his older boyfriend’s eyelids with some soft shimmery nude eyeshadow.

“No I didn’t. I said I would try not to move. I’m trying. But it tickles, and you’re so fucking gorgeous on my lap with nothing but a blue lingerie on,” Tony defends himself with a grin and grinds up inside him once just for good measure.

“I’m– not,” Peter mumbles, so shy, despite being exposed in his blue lacy nude number and ass deep on Tony’s cock, “hold still, I’m only like, halfway done.”

Tony dutifully closes his eyes again and scrunches his nose at the tickly flutter of the brush at the corners of his eyes. It makes his cock jump, which draws a sound halfway between a giggle and a moan from Peter. This was supposed to be a punishment for Peter’s bratting out a few hours ago, but somehow along the way, they were both too engrossed with each other that they forgot about the punishment.

Slow and steady movements of his hips were calculated so as not to mess up his work on Tony’s eyes, Peter grinds against his weight in a preoccupied rhythm until he has to reach into his makeup bag on the couch beside them for a different palette.

Tony holds him in his lap by his waist, “I think an olive green would look nice with this gold,” Peter muses, letting Tony thrust up gently inside him as he assesses his face.

He moans loud when Tony thrusts a little harder and hits a good spot, “you have to wait,” he whines, but lets Tony fuck him hard a few more times before sitting up straight, blending brush poised and ready.

Little unfinished movements take over Tony’s hips, trying so hard to be good and wait. But Peter is so soft and warm and tight, and sticking the tip of his tongue out between his teeth as he focuses on eyeliner. So cute, so fucking hot. So sweet and kinky; Tony is sure he’s the luckiest man in the world. This is soft, sweet, wonderful edging.

Unable to keep the adoration at bay, Tony pressed a kiss on Peter’s parted lips, and another when Peter could only blink his beautiful doe eyes in surprise. The younger man lets out a giggle before pressing a kiss back against Tony’s lips and sits up straight, wiggles his hips on the older man’s cock a little and refocuses, “stay still,” he reminds Tony, dipping a smaller brush into a circle of black in the eyeshadow palette.

He hadn’t said Tony couldn’t touch, though. Eyes closed, he trails his fingers down Peter’s thighs, fanning wider and wider until he accidentally brushes over Peter’s half-hard cock, and accidentally does it again, and again, until he’s just dragging the backs of his fingers up and down his length.

The tiniest little sighs, Peter so pretty in his lap, focus unwavering until Tony’s got a finger and thumb wrapped around his pretty cock. He barely strokes him, petting his thumb under the head of his cock, giving it a squeeze here and there.

Determined to finish his work, Peter muffles his whines into his bitten lip and ruts against him in restrained little movements.

It goes on for five minutes, or ten, lazy with a simmering anticipation, touching him until burns wide in his gut and he has to stop and be good. He likes when Peter practices on him like this, the faint scent of the powders and creams he uses, the gentle press of his fingers to his cheek, breath held as he focuses.

It’s nice having nothing to do but take in the sight of his pretty boyfriend, staring into his eyes and smiling when Peter pulls into focus and smiles back before his gaze fades to the highlight on his brow bone. Even better when he gets to be inside him like this, building up a need for him so slow and potent that every glance and touch feels like he might burst into climax.

He massages at his balls and smirks when Peter’s eyes flutter shut for a second. His mouth waters as he ghosts his hand up Peter’s now very hard length, so hyper-aware of how it would glide beneath his tongue.

“Okay, lipstick,” Peter leans over to rummage around for the color he wants.

Without warning, Tony spreads Peter’s ass cheeks wide and thrusts up hard, gripping his cheeks painfully tight like it’s everything he can do to stop himself from pinning Peter to the floor and fucking him senseless. When Peter doesn't scold him for it, he does it a few more times, sighing long in momentary bliss.

A deep groan in his throat, Peter grips his shoulder to keep from collapsing, chest arched forward into him. “Hera 005, where the fuck is that H-Hera, Hera...something...” Peter pants, tossing tubes of lipstick to the couch, until he finds the shade exclaiming a soft “aha!”

Peter takes a hold of Tony’s chin and smiles at the heat in his eyes, bouncing twice more on the older man’s cock before stilling his movements, “you feel so good, you know that, sir? Your big cock inside me, I could sit here for days.”

“You have two minutes before I fuck you up against that wall,” Tony grunts, grip tight around Peter’s small waist.

The velvety walls of Peter’s ass clenches around his cock and the boy leans back, doe eyes wide with innocence before pouting, “but you said ' as long as it takes .', daddy! You said you- ah!“

Tony grins and pinches the boy’s nipple a little harder then intended, “I do, baby, I do. Take your time, but hurry up,” he mutters, pouting his lips just enough for Peter to drag the lipstick wand across them with expert deftness.

“So handsome,” Peter murmurs, satisfied with the look. He leans back to take in Tony’s face and bounces on his cock some more, fist clenching on his thigh like wants to touch himself but knows he shouldn't, “God, you’re so fucking big,” he moans, dragging Tony’s hands from his waist to his chest and back down.

Tony continues the worshipful movement on his own, drinking in the sight of his boyfriend riding him with his head tossed back to the ceiling.

Peter stills his hips and exhales, blinking as he tries to regain focus, “Blush, and a little more highlighter.”

“Oh, my favorite part,” Tony hums.

Peter giggles, “the blush or the highlight?”

“Both. I just like how the brush feels.”

The younger man pauses, little pink compact in hand and tips his head with a fond little smile, “I thought you were gonna say highlight because it’s the last step and you can hurry up and fuck me already. You’re really cute sometimes, sir.”

“I’m not cute,” Tony grumbles, shy at how touched Peter looks. He closes his eyes and shivers at the tickle of the brush on his cheeks, a deep soft chuckle escapes his throat when Peter fan the brush under his chin and across his forehead just because he likes it.

“I swear, the golden highlight was made for you. Most beautiful fucking skin,” Peter mutters, leaning back again and thumbing some stray pigment from the side of his nose. The younger man moves his hips just enough to feel Tony inside him, to see the lust tug Tony’s eyelids shut, hands moving with a reverent hunger down the lines of his body.

“You want me now?” he hums, quiet, “Wanna fuck me up against that wall?”

The older man’s fingers wrap too tight around his cock and he loves it, edging his impending orgasm once again, “wanna fuck me, Tony?” The words come out as a raspy whine, Tony plugging him up tight and rocking deep inside.

“Take a picture now baby,” Tony sounds desperate, Peter’s favorite kind of Tony. Desperate Tony fucks him almost too hard and says things that soft, considerate boyfriend Tony would be too worried to say. “The whole point was to take a picture for your portfolio, take a picture now, pet.”

Peter reaches for his phone and leans back to get Tony’s whole face in the frame. Tony holds him safe by the waist and tries not to look like Peter is grinding against him when Peter snaps the picture.

A few more taken close up and from the side, he switches to video and rides Tony in earnest. He smiles at Tony in the camera, shy at being filmed but too close to the edge to go back into his shell.

“Feel good, Mr. Stark?”

“Stop filming, kiddo,” The older man mumbles like he always does, eyes meeting the lens for just a second before he pounds up into him, “fuck, I love fucking you, Pete. I love you so much, kid.”

Peter smiles at Tony in the camera looking up at him, sincere and breathless, lips pretty pink, eyes shimmering with golds and greens, “I love you too, sir,” he answers with reverence, dropping the camera to the couch cushion and wrapping his arms around Tony’s neck.

Feet pressed up against the front of the couch, Tony holds him tight and pounds into him, long groans in his ear as if it hurts how bad he wants Peter.

“Your cock’s so fucking big,” he whines, knotting his fingers tighter in Tony’s hair.

“Yeah? Still? Even after sitting your pretty little ass on it for that long?”

“Yeah,” Peter gasps, “Wanna feel you cum. Wanna feel you— fill me up, sir,” he can barely get the words out, Tony gripping his jaw and kissing him so deep, lip gloss smearing across both their lips.

“Harder,” he whimpers against Tony’s mouth, veins hot liquid sugar as Tony fucks against his prostate, "Ha— ah fuck, harder. Sir, please!"

“Come on, pretty baby. Fucking cum, let me see you.”

He lets Tony push him up from his chest and kneels just enough to let Tony thrust up into him, skin slapping together, “so good,” he whines, “So- so good, I- fuck-” all the edging and the stilled sexual gratification was slowly getting to Peter.

Tony doesn’t slow down when Peter’s cum splatters up across his chest, doesn’t slow down when Peter shudders with pleasure, doesn’t slow down when Peter tries to lean away from the brutal pace with his eyes squeezed shut. Instead he slams Peter back down onto his cock, hard and deep, pauses, and does it again. And again, and again, growling at the way Peter begins to grind against him once more despite his endless mewling.

“Kiss me, baby?” Tony’s voice is so soft and hoarse, even now. Peter falls forward and their lips meet, clumsy and fumbling, nothing more than shared breath as Tony fucks him fast again and comes deep inside him.

For a moment they sit like this, nose to nose, trying to catch their breath, Tony’s cock twitching in him, eyes heavy and sated.

“I love you, Mr. Stark,” Peter whispers, still shy every time he says it, though he knows Tony will smile and say it back every time.

“I love you too, kiddo,” Tony answers, as expected, a big goofy grin on his face even as he thrusts slowly inside him a few times more. This punishment was definitely softer than expected but Tony wouldn’t have it any other way.

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coern-art-very-cool-and-nice · 5 days

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✌octofrin

#my art #in stars and time #isat siffrin #isat #my aus #art #I almost painted this #the blue tentacles r supposed to be the kings but idk #I was also going to have them hold dualies. but I hate drawing dualies #no matter which brand or design #oh also sorry I haven't been posting full stuff like this and mostly backgrounds and quick 1-layer paintings btw #I have been drawing other full stuff...but I probably wont post it because I'm mildly embarrassed #(guess who got into the pokemon anime)#anyway #the outfit is just an altered version of my own in-game one that I made #enchanted hat. hero suit replica. ripped leggings. and punk nights #if you wanna copy it to wear in the game

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chaoticbuggybitchboy · 3 months

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Killjoy Day of the Dead where the ‘joys spray paint paths of their friends’ favorite colors to help lead them home. Where the Mailboxes are flooded with letters and gifts to loved ones. Where killjoys remember their loved ones and celebrate their lives. Where they give offerings to the dead and to the Witch in hopes that their friends will be able to visit them that night. Where the Witch guides the dead along the painted paths to the people they called home, so they’re not alone reading their letters and opening their gifts. Sometimes the Witch brings them all of the way back for that night, sometimes not. There is always next year, and the knowledge that your friends are there, even if you can’t see them.

Just. Killjoy Day of the Dead guys.

#yes I will be writing Something about this okay #I incorporate Día de Los Muertos into like every fan thing I do okay #it’s such a concept and I love it so much #especially with danger days where resurrection is a real thing okay #why not temporary and semi resurrection okay #also because they’re in California and like California is just the worse version of Arizona which is just diet Mexico so #whatever you do do not think about the Girl scraping together to get some yellow and green and red and blue paint #and her painting the old diner door and doing her best to remember them and praying she will get to see one of them #I’m so sorry #text post #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #ttlotfk #chaoticbuggybitchboy #the phoenix witch #danger days the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #killjoys #the girl danger days #danger days #my posts that hit it off

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pearl-kite · 2 years

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Space demon? Space demon

#kirehn draws #uhhhhhhhmmmm so andy gave me an idea and I ran with it #it went a bit different than I expected but I like it o3o #it was bigger than this but then I was like HAH backgrounds I'm not doing that much background #anyway looking forward to a good old fashioned corruption arc with space demon #was clueless about what color palette to go with him and then figured he'd probably embrace the astral part as much as possible #so I color picked from a HaRGB photo of the ring nebula in lyra which is the constellation you find vega in and kind of went starryish #this idea is thanks to andy thank you andy the idea possessed me I need more possessive ideas like that #might do a proper painting version later but for now his is it #'s fun #redacted asmr #redacted vega #redactedverse #demons #tiefling #digital art #anyway got a bit of a crush on vega and the eventual corruption arc that comes with him #I can't remember if there's more things I should tag ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#a lot of just experimenting going on here

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thompsborn · 1 month

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14 years old, only like a month into being spider-man, peter takes down a mugger and the guy is cursing peter out and peter just calmly says "i'm fourteen" and watches this dude have a crisis

"no you're not"

"i literally am. did you not hear my voice cracking every two seconds? pretty sure i only started going through puberty last week"

"you're lying"

"believe what you want"

"why would you tell me that if it's true"

"because no one will believe you and i think that's funny. also i want you to know that you just lost to a freshman in high school. even if you don't believe me, you can't prove that i'm lying. this is never going to leave your brain. i won the physical fight and now i'm playing with psychological warfare. and i called the cops. anyways, bye!"

mugger gets arrested and is like "no seriously i swear to god he was in these like red and blue pajamas and had a mask and goggles and he said he was fourteen and psychological warfare and-"

#idk if anyone else will be entertained by this but mcu peter being a little shit means the world to me #i mean lets be clear every single version of peter parker is a little shit #but mcu peter is painted as this innocent little fuckhead by a lot of the mcu fandom which like. sure yeah its fan content have fun with it #but personally peter's sass and attitude and anger problems are some of my favorite aspects of his character #“if you think about it this is really your fault” bro said that to TONY STARK to his FACE #he only backpedaled because tony was visibly upset by those words but dude was fully about to commit to that angle #peter (blaming himself; drowning in guilt): ya actually i did nothing wrong im 16 and its all ur fault so maybe calm the fuck down thanks

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alinelie · 8 months

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late nights at ventura’s

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puppyeared · 3 months

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i am playing professor layton and the curious village on my ds. very fun!!!

I don't know if i'm very far in because most of the time spent in that game was me being confused and bad at puzzles. it's fun though.

!!! im glad to hear youre enjoying it!! its one of my fav titles and honestly such an underrated series, id love it if more ppl gave it a try!

the puzzles can be difficult but very rewarding!! i used to dread them as a kid but now i find them nice and challenging. the math ones are still hard, but if u speak to Flick at the cafe he'll give you chess puzzles which i think were my favorite ^_^

#its nice because its story driven but gives u enough room to do the puzzles on your own to make progress.. and the rewards like #the gizmos painting pieces and furniture for the minigames are also a nice bonus because it gives u a little extra incentive to solve as #many puzzles as possible!! ngl i didnt know how the hotel room minigame worked but i had fun completing the painting and robot dog #plus the variety and the fact that u dont know which puzzles youre gonna get makes it interesting. and theres no harm if u cant finish or #end up missing some because you can find them in the riddle shack or just do a different one instead and its fine. very cool #i have dyscalculia so the math ones have always been hard for me and id need my brothers help so we'd work on it together #or i'd just search up the answer as a last resort............#actually im gonna save u the trouble. if u get the camera case puzzle the answer is 95. ITS FUCKED UP I KNOW BUT ITS 95 #it took me like 2 hours with my brother just to figure that out and i dont want anyone to get a headache from that one ITS FRUSTRATING #ive only played curious village and pandoras box bc its the only ones i had as a kid. replaying pandoras box rn actually!!!#i have cracked versions of unwound future and azran legacy which come after CV and PB BUT my version of unwound future is broken #it freezes on the opening cutscene every time i try to play it which SUCKS bc i really wanna play the games in order. maybe ill emulate it #professor layton #ask #answered #yapping #doodles

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rithmeres · 3 months

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i have decided to keep working on the painting even though it makes me wanna end it all fr but i need mutuals to weigh in and tell me which version is worse:

#'which is worse' meaning which one makes you feel the worst because i am going to use that version.#i don't want to post the whole thing yet but if context helps #the full composition is him sitting in front of some roman-esque architecture nude to the waist and weaving a net #referenced from the frederic leighton piece 'weaving the wreath'#the whole thing is awful but to me it feels like the inclusion of the netmaking is just an extra layer of capitol fetishization #(i say as if i'm not the one painting it)#as my mutual theworldiswhispering so succinctly put it:#'the hard labor you do is not safe from being romanticized by the people who benefit from it at your expense'#on the one hand the averted eyes is more candid and secretive and coy. which is gross but that's the point #on the other hand if he's looking right at you i want you to feel complicit.#even though he's looking directly at the camera (and at you) he is looking past you. he has a thousand yard stare already #and you can imagine all the work his prep team had to do to disguise sunken eyes

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As a fellow Dovewing lover, it's frustrating how the fandom watered her down into a whiny brat who never cared about Ivypool. I mean, seriously? Not only did Dovewing care about her sister (reacting in horror when Lionblaze, her own mentor and Jayfeather are willing to potentially sacrifice Ivypool's safety by employing her as her spy instead of trying to get her out of the Dark Forest's clutches, hiding a thorn in her nest to cover for her scarring from her training).

Heck, even the scene where she tries to feed Ivypool her catch during a hunting patrol was demonized because 'she was trying to make Ivypool break the code like SHE does, as if it doesn't matter' and because she got upset when Ivypool started arguing with her! But you guys said she didn't care, right? Plus, people act like being forced into a prophecy is something you should be grateful for, as if it didn't irreparably change her close relationship with her sister? As if Lionblaze and Jayfeather didn't still keep her out of the loop (and for all the fussing they made about keeping it a secret, Lionblaze confesses his power to Cinderheart and Jayfeather doesn't even care).

Meanwhile Nightheart is angry he isn't orange and hates his mom for being exiled and the whole world has to stop for him. 🤪 And Bramblestar is simply so tortured by having an evil father, the only choice is to train with him and his evil half-brother and hide this from his wife! (But remember, it's bad when that witch Squirrelflight hides the parentage of the three from him, even when Blackstar and Leopardstar were still around after being complicit in the torture and killing of halfclan cats.) Why are these male characters sympathized with, even when they actively harm people (Nightheart forcing himself into Sunbeam's life by lying to everyone about being her mate without even asking her if she would be fine with that beforehand), Bramblestar (we all know what he does), but when Dovewing or any other female character is upset, people freak out and call them whiny brats or abusive for (checks notes) asking her partner if he loves her anymore after they argued multiple times in a book. Really makes you think! (Sorry this is so long, you just have based opinions!)

dovewing being characterized as this flighty airheaded vain popular girl stereotype in fanon is like. one of those biggest "we didnt actually read the books" things in the fandom. like theres so much fanart where shes grinning and giggling over the prophecy and shes besties with the trio and shes got preferential treatment, and then in the actual books shes basically the autistic kid no one actually likes. people really, REALLY overexaggerate that one scene where she snaps at ivypaw and brags. (and i dont wanna shit on amvs but i am forever side eying how the animation community handled dove back in the day. more than one person animated her getting murdered. normal.)

i do think its gotten better recently at least. but wow does it feel like at least one person on the writing team has a bone to pick

(also awww thank you <3 no need to be sorry i love getting stuff in my inbox)

#it does also feel so insidious to me just how long the bramblesquirrel conflict was painted as ''equally kind of wrong''#the ppl who put words in squilfs mouth sometimes which. btw ill get to that when i read the book #and tbf part of it is that sometimes abuse isnt as easy to spot if youre primed to the mainstream version of it #like. bramble isnt a born evil wifebeater everyone can see coming from a mile away. hes a complex guy with his own insecurities #and his own goals and people he openly cares about. and even in some fanon stuff i see ppl kinda erase that part of him #(which i wont pretend im above- ive been trying to walk that line myself)#and that doesnt match how abusers are usually percieved by the public. or in this very series.#like. the main excuse for clear sky is literally ''hes sad his sister died and tried to save her! no one changes THAT much''#anyone can be an abuser. you could be an abuser. i could be an abuser. that doesnt mean that we ARE but we are capable of it #and the thing that catches ppl off guard is that abusers are really good at hiding who they are and theyre often charming #i often hear this account of abuse that goes something like ''my parent abused me but no one believed me bc theyre nice in public''#you dont know whats going on behind closed doors. and ik this is about funny kitties at the end of the day but its quite telling #so... yeah bramble has his nice moments. hes got his GREAT moments even. i love his relationship with his mom for example #but those moments dont mean that hes not capable of being worse. of being a monster to his loved ones #its why squilf keeps getting sucked back in. hes not a one dimensional asshole. hes capable of being kind to her.#and thats what makes his disgusting moments hit so much harder #wow ok i got off topic in the tags but yknow. idk i got feelings abt this matter as someone who's experienced toxic relationships

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